the boy who cried wolf.

there is a wolf who comes each day with his tail between his legs. his fur is matted and dirty as no one pays attention. he howls and tugs at his own fur desperate to make his outsides match his insides, desperate for a cure. there is a wolf with teeth bared with beautiful, bright eyes who is willing to fight for a remedy to this feral life. instead of turning away, avoiding eye contact, passive stares, let’s turn towards & offer an ear to hear his stories & for to see the world through his eyes.

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